Really scary dream. The brutal kind where I was about to die at the end. I woke up and literally tried to close the closet I sleep next to and hide from the darkness know my room. I shut my eyes, terrified. I couldn't go back to sleep and risk having another dream, but I couldn't face the omni-evil darkness in my room. I called my boyfriend of course. It was 4am my time, 7am his time. He was getting ready for work and didn't mind trying to comfort me while I cried about the dream. It was so evil and brutal.
This experience made me realize that I'm not afraid of anything as much as I'm terrified of my own brain. Even when I go to bed watching SpongeBob like I did last night, it could still throw me a mentally traumatizing curveball like this.
Some of you don't understand. You have dreams like this regularly and have gotten used to them, but at 19 years old, this is the first dream I've had where at the end it came down to letting my possessed infant children kill me with knives so they could live. I cried tears of fear, which I don't think I've ever done before.
If nothing else, I can say life is rich with experience. I'm gonna write the dream in a separate post.
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